franphil Chapter 357 Edwards
Chapter 357 Edwards
Chapter 357 Edwards
"In higher sequences, the boundary between life and death is very blurred."
Xia'er felt that the current state of the "Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse" was bound to Roselle, somewhat similar to the Black Emperor's accomplices. Unlike those fallen supernatural beings, they were not in a state of being in a gray area between life and death because the Black Emperor had found a loophole in death.
As soon as he finished speaking, some corpses lying on the ground in front of him began to shed their rotting parts and new flesh began to grow back. The transformation from death to rebirth was so sudden. Two curly-haired baboons stood up with lifeless eyes and each found their own way and left the graveyard.
"This doesn't seem like a necromancer's awakening of the undead; it's more like... the resurrection of a corpse."
Bernadette struggled to describe the state of the island, but it was indeed a good place to raise corpses, where the dead had a chance to come back to life with a certain will and vitality.
"Perhaps the concept of death is very rare for the Mother Goddess."
"The end of one life is not death, but the beginning of another new life."
"It's not the so-called reincarnation or living a reversed life, but the birth of a new individual in the truest sense."
Chael's tone rose slightly; he seemed to really enjoy this way of ending death, which was different from the traditional way.
"This kind of rebirth seems to be able to influence the living as well."
Bernadette didn't understand her teacher's strange aesthetic sense; all she could feel was immense danger.
"Yes, a new consciousness is born."
"Unfortunately, the era limited your father's talent. If it were the Fourth Age, he might have been able to come up with the concept of cancer cells."
Charles clapped his hands, and a layer of colorful foam enveloped him, transforming him into the appearance of Charles Gustave, the eldest son of Roselle.
He tossed a document about cancer cells to Bernadette and laughed, "The code to immortality, the horn of death, somewhat similar to the manifestations of Mother Goddess's corruption."
"Your era was pretty impressive."
Even as a Sequence 2 angel, Bernadette was still amazed by the success of the civilization of the ancient people.
"It's alright. The real technological explosion and intellectual enlightenment actually took less than 500 years. The other 5000 years were spent growing wheat and fighting for wheat."
Xia'er did not recall the "long-term resource-scarce battlefield" of her hometown from her current perspective. However, the Western Continent is probably different now. With the Mother Nest still there, at least there will be no shortage of food. After so many eras, even if there are problems with the food produced by the Mother Nest, they should have developed antibodies by now.
"Let's go."
Chael led Bernadette toward a small house in the distance that seemed somewhat out of place on the primitive island.
Its exterior resembles the kind of wooden huts that forest rangers or tomb keepers live in. It is brownish-green in color, but no more than 2.5 meters high. It is quite simple and rugged. Looking inside from the open door, there is only a wooden bed, a table, and a round chair.
Chael immediately fired two pottery pieces out of clay. Wild tea leaves from the island seemed to be summoned and flew over, along with natural spring water. With a simple shake, the temperature was just right, and the fragrance of the tea leaves spread.
"Uncle Edwards, even on such a primitive island, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself."
Chaer picked up a ceramic teacup and handed the still-steaming black tea to an old man who suddenly appeared at the door. He was dressed in luxurious clothes from the Roselle era, his hair was already white, and his eyes were blank and indifferent. Bernadette's gaze became even more complicated when she saw the old man.
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness."
Edwards remained silent for a few seconds, then recognized "Chael" before accepting the teacup. The moment he took the teacup, his eyes seemed to brighten, and he gave Chael and Bernadette a slight bow, saying, "Your Highness."
"My sister and I came here to visit you, but we never expected you to be living in such poverty."
Shael shook his head as he looked at the fur spread on the bed. He walked out of the cabin, found some materials in the nearby forest, made a mat, and then laid the mat under the fur. He looked at Edwards and smiled, "It's better than nothing, consider it a small token of my appreciation."
"Uncle Edwards, I'll make you a stove later, you might need it in the winter."
Xia Er helped Edwards sit down, as attentively as if she were taking care of her father-in-law.
Bernadette was at a loss for words when she saw her teacher showing such respect for the elderly. It didn't seem like an act, which made her even more bewildered, especially since he was the oldest person present.
"I have always felt that you are the most suitable person to inherit the throne of the Great Emperor."
"Your kindness and benevolence are invaluable qualities. If the Emperor could have granted you this sooner... perhaps..."
The old man held Charles's hand, his eyes filled with love and regret. Edwards, out of consideration for Emperor Rosell's face, did not speak plainly, but his meaning was clear: if Rosell had passed the throne to Charles earlier, the social contradictions triggered by Emperor Rosell's atrocities in his later years would not have been so sharp and intense.
"Ha, Uncle Edwards, are you praising me or insulting me? Is mediocrity a potential for kingship?"
Charles smiled, but he did not refute it. Compared to the exceptionally talented eldest princess and second son, Charles, the eldest son who stopped at Sequence 5, was indeed the best successor to Roselle. The Church of the True God also restricted the kings from exceeding Sequence 5.
Charles is the most suitable successor, but also the least likely. After all, Old Huang became emperor for the sake of becoming emperor, which explains why his eldest son eventually gave up. He originally planned to give up the path of extraordinary power and wait to become a benevolent Emperor of Intis, but his father's actions were outrageous, and the throne was directly taken away. It was too late to take the path of extraordinary power again, and if he dared to become a demigod, he might be purged. Even if he didn't become a demigod, he might still be purged.
It's too tragic to die in one lifetime.
"Mediocre? None of the Emperor's offspring are mediocre."
A slight smile appeared on Edwards' aged face.
He was once a staunch supporter of the First Prince, but in his later years, disheartened, he went to Remnburg to retire. "It's good that you didn't suffer any bad news."
"My sister may be a bit slow at times, but she won't ignore me."
When Xia Er spoke, Bernadette's eyes clearly showed some guilt. Huang Beibei, who had left Intis in a fit of anger with her father, had indeed neglected the psychological problems of her two younger brothers.
"Uncle Edwards, what are you doing here?"
Seeing that Xia Er was about to continue catching up with Edwards, Bernadette quickly interrupted.
"I don't know either. I woke up here one day. Perhaps protecting this place and protecting His Majesty is my mission."
When he speaks, his throat always feels rusty and dry.